why are you always trying to show off your medal week after after week
I was always happy when our rickshaw approached the imposing red brinck building of St. Joseph's I loved everything about my school : all the other little girls dressed in identical starched white uniforms just like mine the French Franciscan nuns in black-and-white .
The bell rang so it was time to go . The taxi was out side the school the cab driver waved . I got but my sister took forever . she seemed to enjoy having her friends notice that she could take her own sweet time.
Suddenly she grabbed my medal and jerked it , becoming enraged because I was pushing her away .